Has our reaction slowed down?
Upon hearing Leon's words, the three cleaners, now mere souls, showed expressions of astonishment. Alger snatched the nail gun and fired another shot towards his foot, refusing to believe it.
"Poof!"
This time, thanks to some psychological preparation, the response was much better than before. Before the nail hit the ground, Alger's right foot scattered into countless threads again, firmly wrapping the nail.
However, even though the experiment was successful, Alger's face showed no joy of success; instead, it turned quite ugly.
"It really did slow down a lot..."
Bang, bang, bang. After continuously firing and emptying the remaining nails in the nail gun, seeing two nails caught by the Skin Thread and four nails that passed through and hit the ground, Alger couldn't help but look grim:
"It feels like less than an eighth of normal, perhaps even less. My reaction speed is now almost like a regular person's! Damn it! Why didn't I notice this earlier?"
